Hope

Red leaves

 

Behind my home there is a young tree, a sapling I suppose, planted a few years ago to replace another that had died. It's a  maple I think and this year was the first that the leaves turned that rich autumn red. 
 
Most of them are gone now, fallen as is usual, but at the very top of the tree there is a cluster that hangs on. For some reason, every time I see them, they give me hope. I think we may have to rephrase Emily Dickinson a bit:
 
 
Hope is the tree with red leaves
That linger at the top
And waver in the winter wind
And never wish to drop
 
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Every Leaf In Springtime

It’s been the darkest winter I can remember, skies uniformly leaden, the earth deluged, the nation divided, and the world angst-ridden in the throes of a deadly virus that looks set to change our way of being for ever.

But the truth is, the future was never ours. We hope, we make plans, we strive and steer towards our goals, though, often, life imposes other designs and death may come as a thief in the night.

There is no future except what opens up from the present moments and how we approach the challenges and appreciate the blessings they afford. It’s about our best endeavours in plying with what is. Oughts and shoulds belong to the past.

Earning and deserving don’t enter the picture. Rain falls and sun shines on just and unjust alike. The life of the planet and the wellbeing of everything on it awaits our generous response. We can't do it alone. We need each other. And we need the mercy and grace of the Creator.

If death and destruction can steal a march on us, so can good fortune, just like the breathtaking revelation of spring...





“Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.” 

Martin Luther





“Spring is the time of plans and projects.”

Leo Tolstoy




“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”

Rainer Maria Rilke





“Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.”

Vladimir Nabokov




“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.”

Virginia Woolf




“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.”

 Marty Rubin





“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.”

John Galsworthy




“Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily,
suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”


Charlotte Brontë




“A Robin said: The Spring will never come,
And I shall never care to build again.
A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome,
My sap will never stir for sun or rain.
The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow,
I neither care to wax nor care to wane.
The Ocean said: I thirst from long ago,
Because earth's rivers cannot fill the main. —
When Springtime came, red Robin built a nest,
And trilled a lover's song in sheer delight.
Grey hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might
Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core.
The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest,
Dimpled his blue, yet thirsted evermore.”

Christina Rossetti





"Nature is bent on new beginning
and death has not a chance of winning..."

Rosy Cole





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To the New Year

Make no promise.

Fill the heart.

Fill with time

For friends and art.

Fill with hope

In place of fear.

Fill with light

by which to steer.

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Amazing Grace!

 

Mary Jane’s life was spared from execution.

Miracle indeed!  Considering that nine others were not spared.

Forget about the politics behind the tragedies.

For Mary Jane’s two boys, they have not lost their mother after all.

 

Miracles do happen everyday.

The woman pulled out of the rubble unscathed after three days.

Watching the devastation in Nepal, I cannot imagine how anyone could survive.

With buildings crumbled people were instantly crushed to death.

 

In my view, I have a very high regard for the hand of God.

If it isn’t your time to go, you simply will not go.

No matter how much credit you give to those who helped to save a life,

For me, the bottom line is timing and fate.

 

Only God determines your time.  

All the help one receives towards saving a life are instruments.

They too have their own purpose in life.

For the individual near death that has not come to an end,

 

It’s because it was not their time to go.

That’s the miracle of life!

Circumstances may look as grim as can be and if it’s your time it’ll happen.

If not, the miracle will take place.

 

Such a wonderful mystery about life!

Certainly it’s worth valuing and appreciating.

The instruments that surround serve to teach us lessons.

They serve as examples and second chances for us to embrace.

 

As elated as I feel for the loved ones of Mary Jane is as devastated as I feel for the families of the nine others.

Depending on where you’re standing, the end result is either grief or relief.

Give as much credit as one wants to politics or whatever.

At the start and end of day, here on earth, God is the only master of our destiny.

 

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